[Mr. Duke]
 I told the tower of power we can work together
 But I guess they rather see wars and scars better
 Street veterans holding enemy bandera
 And then we're caught up in the web of the guerra
 We're all fightin' and fightin' and lose lives
 At the end everyone dies
 We're all cursed like that bu the maker
 No muthafucka shall be a life-taker
 We cross the firing line, sickos on both sides
 Terror strikes under streetlights and grow
 More out of control and psycho

 [Jacken]
 My realm is dowtown, rampart district, pico union
 We shatter illusions with weapons we're using
 Or sets we're choosing
 No Rolls we roll old-mobile
 More real than majority, we're docile but still
 Other sides get more peeled hit by street teams
 Big paybacks and police beatings
 I can't replace my home with peacefull silence
 But my roots are planted in this city of violence
 We call it Lost City where angels roam commiting unknown
 Ghetto prone guarding the zone
 From all damage but can only manage to handle
 Partial scandal. What's your angle? Crooked or vandal? Or killer
 Plot filler drug dealer we all co-exist in this thriller

 Chorus: X2
 [Mr. Duke]
 Look around, it's in your town
 Deadly sirens brings on violence
 [Jacken]
 Take heed to this warning bad times stormin'
 War between city blocks and cops

 [Mr. Duke]
 Watchful eye, resident die
 When they see crimes go down and drop dimes
 It ain't no lie these days become strange
 How many people go shootin' at the street range
 Arms armed at those that control felon man chains
 Explain why I'm target to homicide
 Flash throwin at my head code red leavin' soldiers wasted, dead

 [Jacken]
 Truth sparks revolution and is therefore labeled violent
 Condemned to the silent movement of rebels who are defiant
 Sick-ciders spreading our venoms like sick spiders
 We construct a web and catch all those who fight us
 Capture threads at your head
 Crash units switch to code red
 Find you in a ditch undercover dirt bed
 Who said they was untouchable but instead
 Catch the end of their ropes all hopes bled
 Out your village, pillage empires rank higher
 But in the end cities get lost in the crossfire

 [B-Real]
 Everybody wants a piece of your pie, do you qualify?
 Or will you die like all the others?
 Survival is your onlt means, or will you suffer?
 From those bad dreams are you still losing tour will to live and
 Let live in the land of the chaotic, abusive "Lost Cities"
 Filled with narcotics?
 Two times to the power, I planted a bomb in the tower
 Going off every hour
 No prisoniers in the laws of wars that you saw
 Imagine all the sick individuals
 Down for the cause
 We all come from the sick side of town
 But some of us stay underground in the unfound Lost Cities

 [Mr. Duke]
 I need your help to gain control of the Lost City
 Fight to survive, something crazy has just happened
 The captain of the justice system runin' the show is psycho
 I claim to be a big part of "Empire Strikes Back" at rampart
 Rivals thrown in a vicious cycle livin' in the city that's lost

 Chorus: X2
 [Jacken]
 Look around, it's in your town
 Deadly sirens brings on violence
 [Mr. Duke]
 Take heed to this warning bad times stormin'
 War between city blocks and cops